Lightning Crashes

That is not dead which can eternal lie

And with strange aeons even death may die

You awake from a long dreamless sleep to the sound of your name being called. You find yourself lying naked on a bed in a spartan room. Sunlight slants through a window and you can hear the rattle of cartwheels, the clip-clop of horse hooves on cobblestones, and the noise and bustle of a city street.

Rising, you feel an ache and tightness on your right shoulder. Reaching around you feel the mark of a brand there – that of an eight pointed star.Folded neatly at the foot of your bed is your clothing, a chest near the door contains all your equipment. Strangely, you find an extra pair of boots: traces of fresh snow can be found on the outer fur cuff.

Once dressed you exit your room and head down a flight of stairs to a common room. There you are greeted by the innkeeper, he introduces himself as Miklos Dare. He tells you he has no idea how you got there, only that two days prior a man of Oeridian extraction had rented the room, but he hasn’t seen him since yesterday. When the innkeeper asks for your name, you are at a loss. You have no recall of your past doings since rising out of bed.

Your character has succumb to amnesia: your skills, stats, and class levels remain the same, but you have no memory of who you were or how you came to be at the Juggling Ogre Inn. Additionally, parties unknown have mysteriously branded you with a magical eight-pointed star on your right shoulder. The brand may not be removed by any means you have access to.